feelin' of guilt shows
up, but I guess it's just one 'a the ways I'm a bit fucked-up
inside. Maybe that's why I'm so damn needy; why I've done made
Vickie sick 'a me. I don't want Austin to get sick 'a me, too.
"I answered the door in my
jeans, and the delivery girl had
ta' be at least fifty."
"I know, darlin'," the soothing calm in his
voice stops those feelings in my stomach from takin' over. He sits
next to me, his hand brushin' through my hair. "If I didn't trust
you, this wouldn't be happening. Now, how much have you eaten?"
His finger lifts the pizza box lid up to have a
peek inside, so I answer honestly. "Just this one."
A frown weighs his mouth down. "Still not
hungry?"
"Just nervous 'bout tomorrow. What if... What if
she's really done with me?"
"I don't think that's possible, Saul. She loves
you too much to break up with you over the phone. I think this was
just another one of her pushes, control freak that she is."
I gotta snort a laugh at that, 'cause part of my
brain has been thinkin' the same damn thing. "Guess it worked?"
"I don't know," he smirks, tracing my chin with
a finger. "Did it?"
I nip the finger, draw it into my mouth and give
it a nice long suck before he pulls it away. "Why don't you lose
the towel and we find out, cowboy."
His eyes make a slow pass down my body before he
moves the pizza box to the table. "You're going to eat this
later."
Each of my muscles is twitchin' like I can feel
him touchin' me as I nod in compliance to his words. "Yes,
sir."
"But now," he stands next to
the bed again as the towel drops to the floor. " Voy a
hacerte el amor, Saúl."
Fuck me. The sound 'a
his Spanish rumblin' so low in a promised whisper as he eases onto
the bed has every part 'a me on edge. I don't rightly know what he
said. Somethin' 'bout love; the love I can see clearly translated
in the way he's lookin' at me.
His gaze flicks to the bedside lamp. "Light on
or off?"
"On, please. I... I wanna see
you." So I don't ever forget the look in your
eyes.
"Good," he grins.
My brow raises high. "Like ta' watch,
cowboy?"
" Saúl ," his head dips down to
nip my shoulder. "I've been watching you for two damn years.
I love to watch you. I'm going to
watch with pleasure as my cock slides in and out of your ass, and
then I'm going to watch that moment when you come so fucking hard,
you can't think straight for days. I want to watch it all and never forget it."
"Oh, damn," my whole body convulses. His accent
is thick and his words are filled with deviant promises I want him
to fulfill. "Yes, please."
"Alright," he smiles again then speaks softly as
featherlight touches tickle down my chest. "Next question-"
I have a feeling where this is going - those
necessary questions when two people come together for the first
time. I'm so used to dealing with them at the club, that I'd
already prepared my answer. Stopping his words with a snuck kiss, I
reach under the pillow to withdraw the stash I'd hidden
earlier.
I hold out the lube and condom to him but make
sure he understands where I stand. "I Assist at the club, but I
only have intercourse with Vickie, an' you know Brandon requires
members ta' get tested, anyway. I'm clean. I trust you, too,
Austin, so the condom is up ta' you."
Taking the condom from my fingers, he looks at
it a moment then sets it aside on the nightstand. His eyes get all
serious when he turns them back to me. "If you've only had sex with
Victoria, does that mean I'll be the first to be inside you?"
Christ. When he puts it
that way, I can feel the jittery
anticipation building. Austin is gonna be my first. I can't think
of anyone else I'd ever trust enough with this. It should scare the
shit out of me, given the history, but it doesn't. Having him close
is keeping all those shadows away.
With a slow inhale, I nod. "Vickie's offered,
with a strap-on, I mean, but... I just... with what happened
and-"
"Shh," he pulls me into his
strong arms, and I don't reckon I've felt this secure in a
up, but I guess it's just one 'a the ways I'm a bit fucked-up
inside. Maybe that's why I'm so damn needy; why I've done made
Vickie sick 'a me. I don't want Austin to get sick 'a me, too.
"I answered the door in my
jeans, and the delivery girl had
ta' be at least fifty."
"I know, darlin'," the soothing calm in his
voice stops those feelings in my stomach from takin' over. He sits
next to me, his hand brushin' through my hair. "If I didn't trust
you, this wouldn't be happening. Now, how much have you eaten?"
His finger lifts the pizza box lid up to have a
peek inside, so I answer honestly. "Just this one."
A frown weighs his mouth down. "Still not
hungry?"
"Just nervous 'bout tomorrow. What if... What if
she's really done with me?"
"I don't think that's possible, Saul. She loves
you too much to break up with you over the phone. I think this was
just another one of her pushes, control freak that she is."
I gotta snort a laugh at that, 'cause part of my
brain has been thinkin' the same damn thing. "Guess it worked?"
"I don't know," he smirks, tracing my chin with
a finger. "Did it?"
I nip the finger, draw it into my mouth and give
it a nice long suck before he pulls it away. "Why don't you lose
the towel and we find out, cowboy."
His eyes make a slow pass down my body before he
moves the pizza box to the table. "You're going to eat this
later."
Each of my muscles is twitchin' like I can feel
him touchin' me as I nod in compliance to his words. "Yes,
sir."
"But now," he stands next to
the bed again as the towel drops to the floor. " Voy a
hacerte el amor, Saúl."
Fuck me. The sound 'a
his Spanish rumblin' so low in a promised whisper as he eases onto
the bed has every part 'a me on edge. I don't rightly know what he
said. Somethin' 'bout love; the love I can see clearly translated
in the way he's lookin' at me.
His gaze flicks to the bedside lamp. "Light on
or off?"
"On, please. I... I wanna see
you." So I don't ever forget the look in your
eyes.
"Good," he grins.
My brow raises high. "Like ta' watch,
cowboy?"
" Saúl ," his head dips down to
nip my shoulder. "I've been watching you for two damn years.
I love to watch you. I'm going to
watch with pleasure as my cock slides in and out of your ass, and
then I'm going to watch that moment when you come so fucking hard,
you can't think straight for days. I want to watch it all and never forget it."
"Oh, damn," my whole body convulses. His accent
is thick and his words are filled with deviant promises I want him
to fulfill. "Yes, please."
"Alright," he smiles again then speaks softly as
featherlight touches tickle down my chest. "Next question-"
I have a feeling where this is going - those
necessary questions when two people come together for the first
time. I'm so used to dealing with them at the club, that I'd
already prepared my answer. Stopping his words with a snuck kiss, I
reach under the pillow to withdraw the stash I'd hidden
earlier.
I hold out the lube and condom to him but make
sure he understands where I stand. "I Assist at the club, but I
only have intercourse with Vickie, an' you know Brandon requires
members ta' get tested, anyway. I'm clean. I trust you, too,
Austin, so the condom is up ta' you."
Taking the condom from my fingers, he looks at
it a moment then sets it aside on the nightstand. His eyes get all
serious when he turns them back to me. "If you've only had sex with
Victoria, does that mean I'll be the first to be inside you?"
Christ. When he puts it
that way, I can feel the jittery
anticipation building. Austin is gonna be my first. I can't think
of anyone else I'd ever trust enough with this. It should scare the
shit out of me, given the history, but it doesn't. Having him close
is keeping all those shadows away.
With a slow inhale, I nod. "Vickie's offered,
with a strap-on, I mean, but... I just... with what happened
and-"
"Shh," he pulls me into his
strong arms, and I don't reckon I've felt this secure in a
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